The immense suffering, unbearable it is.
The empty rhetorics presented as truths, beyond sickening they are.
Love rejoices in the Truth.
Both seem to be lost under the rubble.
People pray:
Da pacem Domine, qui pugnet pro nobis nisi tu, Deus noster.*

*music tip: Arvo Pärt's Da Pacem.

Libera me domine
- ik strek mijn handen uit -
de morte aeternam
waar leegte is zielloos
in die illa tremenda
wanneer het einde is daar
et timeo
de vrees
dies illa, dies irae
die ontembare, goddelijke wraak
Libera me.

When I open my eyes early mornings,
this big tree outside, 300 mtrs away,
reminds me
who we are and where
we belong
and travel to.
Yet, when on my way,
passing time a bit,
I forget
and the world becomes alien,
deceiving me,
making me think
that this is the norm.

"Wees stil mijn ziel."

Ancient Dutch words echo in my head.

"Be still my soul."

When God disappeared, did my soul vanish too?

Still, be still my friend. Be.

And who knows what you may find (again).

Nothing new here; although more visible than ever.

"The truth is a very rare and costly and precious subkind of information"
- Yuval Noah Harari